Why have so many secrets
what do you have to hide
is it just your regrets
or is it that you lied

You talk so long and often
and plan a rendezvous.
Hearts begin to soften,
thoughts of what could ensue.

When things are left unsaid
and closets not unsealed
the folly when misled
soon will be revealed

The problem when you’re lying
is remembering all you said.
Soon to be sent flying,
caught out and left for dead

The moral of this poem is
it’s as easy as it seems
the reward for being honest is
the fulfilment of your dreams